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The puzzle



Closed in the tin of my own
I forgot about the essence of the world
Remembered in this dance
Whirling, I come in more and more deeply
Inwards of my own images
But it's not me who is the riddle
On which all look for the answer
Nor even none of you
We are only the element of the puzzle
In order to find
A right place in suitable time
In order to not destroy the world
In order to not overlook its chance
Of participation in evolution of the life
And then look into the eyes
With pride - not shame...
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I am a Polish female living in the heart of the greenest region of Poland called 'The land of a thousand lakes'. I am married and a mother of two beautiful boys, working at the University of Warmia and Mazury at the Real Estate Management and Regional Development Chair. Poetry is the subject I use to fill my days, to make them full of love, light and smiles and hidden desires.Much of what I write is based on personal experiences and people who have come my way during this long trip of life which I live by.The inspiration comes from life and everything that touches my heart. Anna more…

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